Soccer imagines

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By imagine-footballers

From the moment Javier was born he was immersed into the world of football. His Father introduced him to his team mates only a week after his birth. Isco said that his teammates were Javi's Uncles and needed to see him grow up. Isco wanted nothing more than Javi to be a footballer, he'd already bought him designer football boots and expensive kit. I disagreed with the expensive gear, I wanted Javi to have as normal a childhood as possible. If he wanted to play football I wanted him to wear the same things as the other children, Isco disagreed. He said that his son would get the best of the best. I knew Isco meant well, he wanted him to have the childhood that he didn't. Javier adored the attention that he received from his Father and his team mates though.
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"Y/N come with us." Isco pleaded, trying to conquer the impossible task of holding Javier in the correct way while his kit bag was slung over his shoulder. I sighed at the site. Isco had persuaded me to let Javi go to practice with him and I was looking forward to a day off. But my plans seemed to have been foiled as Isco came to the realisation that he couldn't train and look after a baby and he refused to let anyone else near him.
"Isco..." I sighed. Isco had a look of guilt in his eyes; I knew he was aware of how badly I wanted, and needed for that matter, a day off. My eyes trailed to my infant son, happily giggling in his Fathers arms. I was instantly filled with love for my son and thoughts of a day off left my mind.
"I'll come." I declared, taking Javi out of Isco's arms. A smile spread across Isco's face and he kissed my head.
"Thank you baby."
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I juggled Javi on my lap, sitting at the side of the Real Madrid training pitch. The team were currently running drills but once in a while Isco would look over to check up on us and give Javi a little wave. Javi was of course dressed in his Real Madrid kit, with the word 'PAPA' emblazoned on the back. For a young child Javi had incredible focus; his deep brown eyes followed his Father everywhere he ran. I beamed at the sight.
Isco beckoned me and Javi over, making me get up and carry Javi to his Father and his team mates. I handed Javier to Isco and as soon as he was in his Fathers arms, Isco's persona changed. He started making silly faces at Javier and talking to him in a quiet tone. Isco's team mates watched on and Gareth came and stood next to me.
"He's cute. The baby I mean, not Isco." Gareth laughed. I laughed along with him.
"He is, he takes after me in that aspect." I joked, making the team laugh.
"Can I hold him?" Luka asked. Isco looked at me, unsure if I would agree. I thought for a second before nodding. I trusted Isco's team mates.
Isco handed Luka the baby, who surprisingly held him in the correct way. The rest of the team gathered round, all making faces and attempting to make Javi laugh. While I was admiring the sight Isco came and stood by my side.
"I'm glad he has so many Uncles."